I Kissed A Man

I Kissed A Man

I kissed my son as he laid suffering

tubes hissing like so many snakes

poised to take his life and breath away.

I stood helpless to help, impotent chief.

A grown man, my son, but a child to me

blonde blue eyed and sad.  I cried.

What else could I do?  Hero deadbeat dad,

the unclean carnival barker is guilty.

Yes, I kissed a man, a man built by me.

You can do that you know,

kiss your son, your daughter,

your Aunt Jessie and Uncle Conrad.

Will the cops put a bullet in your head

for such racy behavior?  Will they?

Cuff and drag you into newspaper headlines?

I kissed a man.